Monday 17 March 2014

A little about Marianne

It's unclear whether Cyril took a break from writing poems to Marianne, or if she stopped visiting Jon Ash bookshop quite so frequently, but there are no dated poems since the last one on 3rd March for a further week or so. There are more than a few undated poems to share too, but any kind of order to them is not apparent. I'll post some more soon, but in the meantime I thought it might be interesting to know a little more about both Marianne and Cyril. As Marianne was my mother, we have a lot more information to share...

She was born in 1936, in Wanstead, on the borders of east London and Essex. She was just 22 when Mr Nash started writing poems to her. At this time, she was still living in Wanstead with her mother Hilda at 22 Hermon Hill, and working at an insurance brokers in the City of London.

During a recent visit to our family home, my sister and I looked through a box of old letters which included some written to Marianne around this time, and therefore giving us a few more clues as to her life at the time. It seems that in 1955, she had a boyfriend called Michael, who lived in Ellora Road, Streatham. Google StreetView tells me that these days, there is a pub at this address (the Earl Ferrers) - I don't know if it was back then too? Here's a photo of Michael, and one of his letters to her.

Letter to Marianne Mahoney, 22 Herman Hill, Wanstead, London

Letter from Michael, 22 Ellora Road, Streatham, to Marianne, 17 August 1955
May I, in this short note, just say, thank you! for adding so greatly to my happiness over the past year, and I have become in that time, so very fond of you.

My sincerest wish was (and is!) to see you happy and I would not have wished for any other companion on Monday.

Believe me in my sincerity,
love, Michael

Here's a photo of Michael with Marianne, and her beloved family dog Dandy, a German shorthaired Pointer, on a common somewhere in London - presumably near Wanstead or Streatham, I'm not sure... I don't think this was a very long or serious relationship. Although the dog was - Marianne had 3 German shorthaired Pointers during her life, all called Dandy! The last one was during my and my sister's teenage years.

Michael, Marianne and Dandy on Wanstead Flats (?), London in the late 1950s

And in 1959, during the time that Cyril was writing his poems to Marianne, she was receiving quite long but mostly chatty letters from a man named Dudley Kavan, who was a Private in the British Forces posted out in Cyprus. Quite the cartoonist!

Letter from Dudley Kavan, 1959

The rest of Marianne's love life is sketchy. She was a bit of a dark horse really. She met Ian, our father, in the late 1960s, and they married in 1971, when she was 35. Any more information to share, Papa? :)

Tuesday 4 March 2014

3/3/1959 Another mood

Mr Nash's poem of 3rd March 1959 tells of Marianne visiting his shop in her lunch hour, but not striking up conversation with him. Was she weary of his attentions, or was something else affecting her mood? I wish she was here to ask, and find out what she thought of all these poems...

I saw you in another mood today,
Your lovely face all set and sadly tense;
I thought at once of Mary Queen of Scots
(I know not why - perhaps a portrait seen)
Embarking, apprehensively on that
Last journey to her native land again
When all great hearts went out to that poor girl
And still, across the vista of the years,
Their thoughts are echoed by all kindly men.
I stood quite near to you today, and yet
The mist of countless years between us lay
And you seemed more remote than any star.
I stood and watched and waited for a word
Which might these barriers break down at last
When I could offer all I have and are
To you to do with as you will, and I
Would be content to serve without reward
Save that your smile might hearten me again.
3/3/1959

Sunday 2 March 2014

28/2/1959 Cyril writes two poems in one day

There are two poems in the collection dated 28 February 1959. The first describes Cyril's observations of Marianne looking at books in his shop.
Beauty
Her lovely hands have turned the page
And those bright searching eyes
Have gathered in the words now newly shewn
(Those words, hewn from primeval rock
Refined in the mind, born into blind
Existence...from who knows where?
And with quick recognition
As understanding grows, her eyes
Do shine, and beauty reigns in ecstasy.
Yet soon those hands, those eyes,
Those lips, and quick enquiring mind
Will pass, together with these words
And all forgotten lie, as I who burn
This taper at her shrine, until we find
That common source from whence
All beauty springs; and other hands
And lips shall echo all these things
And still the pages turn.
28/2/1959
There is a pencilled note in the bottom left hand corner which says 'Revised', and a paper slip with a typed note reading:
'I have revised the 'lovely hands' thing and hope you approve. Are you not tired of my self-revelations'? 
Was he asking Marianne for acknowledgement, a critique, or perhaps more, of his poetic efforts?

The second poem on this date was a darker verse, about death - in this instance, the death of love.
Requiem
There is another death
More desolate than the death
Of the body.
It is the death of love.
Deliberately destroyed.
Pray for the love
Which now upon this altar lies
A victim of life's incongruities.
28/2/1959
Can I just say... never work with children or animals. Sit still, Twinkle!